I Notice

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I notice the silence

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not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind

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I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious

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flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes

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frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book

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down where it was letting
my head as beheaded

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falling too

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Poem from the bilingual book California Notebook available for you also online.

L’attimo

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Sundays poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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noto il silenzio

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non più i cinguettii

o le chiacchiere del vento

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noto il colobrì cercare

l’immobilità sbattendo le ali

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furiosamente smetto di impegnarmi

lascio liberi i miei occhi

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cercano di aggrapparsi alle lettere

sulla pagina quando abbasso il libro

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giù dov’era prima lasciando

cadere come se tagliata

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anche la mia testa

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Poesia tratta dal libro bilingue “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli per avere la vostra copia cliccate qui

Yes, on Tuesday poems will always be in English.

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The Right Place

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you just know

when you are in

the right place

your soul stretches

out and flies you follow

it somehow with words

and without

This poem is at page 51 of the bilingual poetry book California Notebooks 02

The Revelation Of Presence

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I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees

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I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions

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boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward

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leaving

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room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice

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The Sea From Afar

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what I miss
is the time moving
slowly creating a still
silence inside

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watching the clouds
surf slowly and the grass
grow tall when the rain
is done

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walking uphill
seeing the sea from
afar holding its smell
on my skin

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my time immersed
in beauty my time
my days my habits
I hold nothing

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This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01 available on Amazon if you are interested in purchasing your own copy for your own library shelves.

The Garden Told Me

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the garden told me

it needs me

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a poet to walk along

it to unlock

the unseen unheard

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to feel home

while lost it needed

it told me

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someone that will

walk it for

no reason at all

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if not to be

it to breath along

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The Songs Of Butterflies

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it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same

a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose

myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to

the songs of
butterflies as
they nodded back

This poem, written in 2014, is from the collection California Notebooks 01, click on the title if interested in your own copy.

Possibilities

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tall piles of books
tall piles of paper
tall piles of drawings
tall piles of note taking
tall piles of poems scribbled

a few empty jars cleaned out
I live in my ideal city pushed
back in the corner I sit
each title a windows’
line each space

a possibility

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Il volo

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la vita come
scuola ci prepara
ad un altro mondo
ci accoglie prima
il nido poi il volo
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Some Sundays posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry, feel free to enjoy them. On Tuesday post will be in English as usual.

Poems Come

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when you honor
three layers of mountains

brown beige and purple
straight ahead of you

against a bright blue drape
not noticing the golf ball

poems come floating
the crystal breeze

This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 written in Indian Wells, California.